The Observer Creepypasta の小説・ストーリー

“You have connected them.” Auren nodded. “Then what happens?” The Observer turned toward the two golden eyes. “Now they are connected to me.” The eyes opened. The entire void shook. Kael immediately stepped forward. “What does that mean?” The Observer answered: “They can finally leave.” The golden eyes began moving backward. The crack in reality widened. Behind them— something enormous started emerging. Not a creature. Not a god. Not a universe. Something beyond all three. The First Creator screamed: “NO!”

"I am the one who has been watching you since the moment you were born. I am the one who saw your mother's sacrifice. Your father's grief. Your rise to power. I am the one who has been waiting." "Waiting for what?" "For you to see me." I confront the Observer in the great hall. The torches flicker. The shadows dance. I stand alone, the Sun Blade in my hand, the marks on my wrist blazing with light. "Show yourself," I command. The shadows coalesce. A figure emerges. Not a wolf. Not a being. Something in between. A shape of pure darkness, with eyes that hold the light of a thousand stars. "I am the Observer," it says. "I am the one who watches. The one who records. The one who remembers."

I kicked the door to the store open and stepped out, closing it behind me. She did me a favor by sealing every opening of the store so people outside couldn’t see in, because now, I didn’t have to worry about cleanup. I pulled out my phone to text Ann about coming to clean the place up when I sensed it. Vampires. New changelings lurking around, watching me. They were unfamiliar, but I could sense something oddly familiar about them. I turned to the restaurant where Ashley’s body lay, wondering if it was a coincidence that they were that close to it.

My hands trembled under the blanket, not because of the cold but because of the slight discomfort that came with murdering humans like myself. Although my mind was immune, my body still reacted to those thoughts. "Maybe Christopher would distract me," I murmured but that depended on if he actually came to sleep in here which u doubted. Hours passed. Christopher didn't come in. I couldn't sleep, and the cold got worse, even penetrating into the thick blanket. "Where the heck is this man!?" I slightly raised my voice, and in that same moment, the door of the room flew open. I stifled a surprised yelp, and closed my eyes before slowing down my breathing, trying my very best to pretend to sleep.

In front of him were two bags of Lolibee, a famous fast food chain here. He called me so I immediately approached him. "Why are you calling me, Sir?" I was still nervous asking him. I can still feel my heart throbbing in nervousness. I calmed myself. "Sit down," he commanded. I immediately sat down in front of him. He stared at me and this time his face was serious. "Why are you looking at me? Is there a problem?" I asked him because he had been looking at me seriously. My boss was so creepy.

it’s just pathetic that my last words would be for this creep. I only wish it could’ve been for my mother or the version of myself in this timeline instead. I was startled to discover that the creep had not moved from his position on top of me. I have the impression that he is taking pleasure in the scene while he watches me perish slowly before his very eyes. As much as I'd like to, I simply can't take it any longer. My body completely succumbed to letting go as I eventually closed my eyes and saw nothing but complete darkness.

Dakota POV I stand in the doorway of the bathroom, watching her wash my cum off her face. She turns me on in unreal ways. I want to own her body. I want to be deep inside her pussy. The thoughts I have of her are not typical. She is my obsession. She cleans her face and walks to me, standing in the doorway of her bathroom. “What do you want to do to me now, stud?” Tonya asks me. The thoughts that are going through my mind are wild and machinist. “I want to take you to your bedroom,” I say to her.

The cold morning breeze swept across his face as he struggled to raise his eye lids. The nightmares were here again. This time around he saw Grace and Derrick laughing maniacally as they chased after him from behind. "No... No... No!!!!! No!!!!!" He screamed and woke up panting heavily. He looked around the room fearfully and noticed he was in a strange place. "Hey... Are you ok?" He heard a lady's voice converging the room. The room was bright with the lights from the sun penetrating from the windows. She walked Into the room dressed in a black nightie and he flinched on sighting her.

I whisper yelled, moved closer to where he was, sat beside him on the couch but the huge hole at the middle was enough to keep a significant distance between us. "Why does she seem creepy?" He whisper yelled, placing his hand on my lap. The light robe caused me to feel his touch prudently enough to cause my heart to race faster and goosebumps appeared on my skin. I stiffed my body to his touch, craned my neck to look up at the ceiling via stiffed body. "Creepy?" I twittered gently, "how?" I said, a sigh escaped from me when he removed his hand from lap. I wondered why Caramel wasn't back yet. We didn't even have water for tea… what if she wanted to do something stupid?

Sucked up from the entertainment district below, refined, and then re-broadcast, in a perpetual cycle of engineered bliss and consumption. And then, a section of the platform itself shimmered, not with the Nectar’s iridescent glow, but with an almost invisible energy. A holographic projection flickered into existence, directly in front of them. It was the enigmatic figure of the Observer, his form translucent, his gaze ancient and knowing. "The serpent's sweetness," the Observer's voice echoed, not through his ears, but directly into Bima’s mind, cutting through the Nectar's roar with startling clarity. "It feeds on desire. It grows with consumption. It twists perception into reality."